We can't let you out
We can't let you out
We can't let you out
I'm so sorry for this
I'm so sorry
We have to go
We have to drive
We will drive away from here
Away from this place
With plastered faces smiling plastered frowns
And mirrors that reflect what we can't see
We can't let me out
We can't let me out
And I'm so sorry
Ouch
We can't touch what we can't feel
But I can't feel us
People thinking they are somehow wrong
And so depressed
I'm so sorry
But somehow in my pit of disgust
I find myself not caring either way
Because of these people with backward smiles on their backward faces
People say they care
People really say they care
But there is no advice for those with no future
In the books
It's in the books!
My whole life is a symptom of a contagious disease
That no one can catch
These fake flowers at my funeral are more than I deserve
And more than I will someday receive
I've been painted by a madman with my bones showing through
BACK! Get back!
Don't touch her!
You will some how get it.
Fake fake smiles
More than fake frowns
I'm the color running out of your bleached hair
Somehow we keep going
But the mercury in the mirrors orbits the artificial sun
That is a life
And it will soon explode in our faces
Life will always survive
Because if it doesn't then it isn't LIFE
We can let me out
We can let me out
Are you so sorry?